A New Dawn [Night, Invite]

[themaster]

The Old Mansion in Twilight Town had seen it's many fair share of visitors over the course of the years, some instances including many variations of the same heart, disguised within another form. Such had been the case when the birth of another heart into the form of a Nobody had occurred, and a piece of a man much wiser had come to collect the unwary. Though Xehanort knew little of what had exactly transpired in the worlds during Xemnas' reign over the Thirteen, some piece of the old man's heart felt connected to the very spot he had come to stand upon. As the Darkness of his most recently crafted Corridor faded into nothingness, the elderly Keyblade Master remained poised before the mansion gates, hands interlocked behind his back as sienna eyes surveyed the surrounding area. There were many connections tied to this place's history, that much remained certain in the mind of the wise Keywielder, and yet there were still plenty more to be made. Such was the reasoning behind his presence here, for he had come to fulfill an obligation made prior to his venture to Radiant Garden.

Two aspiring Keyblade users, both much younger than himself at the time of receiving his own, had presented themselves to him in a moment of chance. This had in turn had allowed the Master to gain a new pair of trainees, both of which who desired to harness and control the power of Darkness, to shed their fear of it. With both of these youths, Xehanort intended to properly instruct them on how to maintain control over their hearts, and how to safely guard it from the obstructing elements of both Light and Dark. If such a chance would have presented itself to him when he had last encountered Terra, then Xehanort remained certain that he would have acquired the true Mark of Mastery, and not have fallen to the dismal sways of the Darkness that now controlled Eraqus' former Apprentice. Such misfortunes could not be allowed to transpire to this new pair, Xehanort would not allow such a great asset to go to waste, only to become another liability to his plans. As Vanitas remained indisposed with occupation, it was up to the Master to ensure that both Night and the unnamed girl would not fall prey to the likes of the Key Hunters. An adequate title he had chosen to bestow on the would be pretenders that now sought the X-blade, and the means of which to forge the legendary weapon, the chosen of the Keyblade.

As the Master held a right hand over his heart, his power began to fluctuate and carry it's aura over and through the town. With this it was certain that any Heartless in the area would be drawn to him, but at the same time it would alert and notify the Apprentices that the time had come. Now was the moment when their training would begin, and the journey down the path they had chosen would start to unfold. There was much work to be done,and a man such as Xehanort was not one to wait idly by while the tides of others actions continued to swell the oceans of war around them. When moments had passed, and the elderly man sensed someone approaching, he kept his back to the woods and the clearing before the massive iron gates. His eyes remained focused upon the former abode that housed Ansem the Wise's virtual Twilight Town, yet he regarded the approaching presences nonetheless, his mind no longer fixed upon the past skirmish with Terra.

The future was to come, and the next series of roads, were about to reveal themselves to be traversed.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #212126;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #637ecd; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #637ecd;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #637ecd; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #637ecd; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #212126; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://a.random-image.net/gtgoten/night.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #637ecd 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #637ecd; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Master Xehanort, Invite [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #a1b2cf; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] *So excited!* [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #808080; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     The young keyblade couldn't help but gulp as he walked through the forest seeing the back of the elderly keyblader. He didn't seem to focus or care to much about the large torn up mansion behind him. It didn't seem to matter much to him, for it didn't seem important with his mind racing a mile a minute as it was. He was nervous about this meeting. He had been for a long while, ever since he first agreed to train under the dark keyblader to learn how to control the darkness. Not that was much of a problem for him now. Now that Dusk was removed from him for the time being. Until he could 'prove' himself or some slag like that. To Night it was ridiculous, he was able to fight just fine with his spirits there was no real need for him to be on his own. His hands clenched and unclenched into fist as he just got closer, thinking about that stupid order of Xehanort about staying in Twilight Town until he came for him and Artemis. After a week had gone by Night had lost all patience he had and just left to go back from going world to world. And what had it cost him? With his reckless actions of having to taking on that spiky headed jerk for some information he had lost his spirits. When he arrived back here after some training with Felix he began to wonder if the old keyblader would still even be interested in training him because he no longer had darkness to control. At least in his mind he didn't, nothing strong enough that needed help controlling anyways. He sighed to himself as he finally came to a stop just a few feet short of Xehanort, and nervous and somewhat fearful look in his eyes despite his best efforts to keep it down. Even without Dusk Night could sense the darkness with in this man, to him there was something evil about it, but he chose to ignore that for now. Now was a time for training right? Though Night might not be able to get in touch with the darkness he once had maybe the elder keyblader would still be willing to teach him about the keyblade. There was still a lot about the weapon he didn't understand. Sure he accomplished learning how to fly with the thing, and understood that his responsibilities with it meant upholding balance but other than that he was still clueless. And he wanted to learn, he wanted to get better. Despite the training he has put himself through he still felt weak and he wanted, no needed, that to end. After a few moments of not speaking Night decided to make his presence clear as he cleared his voice with a bit of a grunt as he looked toward the ground to bow his head knowing to show some form of respect. "Okay, I'm here, and I would like some training......" he paused knowing he was suppose to say 'master' however he just couldn't bring himself to say the dreaded word, "Sir..." he eventually was able to let out. He wasn't to sure about if his welcome was good or not but it was all he could muster for now, to him there was just no easy way of this. [/style]

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[themaster]

The footsteps of the curious and cautious youth preluded his arrival, yet the aura of the boy's heart had alerted Master Xehanort long before his journey through the darkened woods had completed itself. The soft crunch of shoes upon green blades of grass dominated the area for but a moment, then died out as Night came to a stop, which provoked the elderly Master to cast a glance over his shoulder. Sienna eyes met the sight of the raven haired youth, and soon a smile crept upon the face of the Dark Master as he turned in full to look upon his newest guest. "You've taken your time in getting here, however the moment of worrying over such irrelevancies has passed. I knew you were bound to come, just as you yourself also knew." Master Xehanort took time to examine Night further, keeping his hands interlocked behind his back as his eyes wandered over evidence of something rather peculiar. Time and venturing had worn itself upon the boy, and he no longer held possession of the spirits Xehanort had sensed and witnessed in their last encounter.

"Your training begins within, rather than the actual indulgence of a physical means. To possess the darkness, and seize the means to control it, you must first come to understand it." The elderly man brought forth a hand, and pointed directly to Night's heart. "Darkness dwells within each heart. Those who would deny this fall even further into darkness. Those who accept this, and allow themselves to embrace the darkness as they would the light, obtain control over it." Master xehanort brought his hand down, and took several steps toward Night, taking a stop at the boy's side before turning to face the gates of the Old Mansion once more. "Without darkness, there cannot be light...so how can darkness be truly evil? The truth is that neither dark nor light is good nor evil. They are but elements, and they are foundations within the heart of everything." The words Xehanort spoke were merely to prepare Night in knowing the true capabilities of the heart, as well as those he would unlock with his keyblade while maintaining this knowledge. The more the youth knew of the workings of the heart and every significance of the connections to the worlds and their peoples, the more wiser and powerful the young potential apprentice would become.

The need for more powerful apprentices was a dire asset to the formulation of his plan, for already the many roads were beginning to open. It was quite possible that Sora was already upon his path, and so it remained important that Xehanort readied what was to be set in place for the Key that Connected Everything.

The destruction of the Heartless Horsemen was a suitable means of a distraction for many heroes. They were under belief that the worlds could finally know peace, and many could return home in hopes of seeking to resume their lives in harmony. How naive they were, to seek such a thing from the ruination of all they held dear. Although to a man such as Xehanort, this aspect of the hearts of many was greatly intriguing. This undying light that remained, and birthed itself from the ashes of conflict and strife was indeed powerful. It was capable of rejuvenating the hopes of many, causing a desire to restore and better the lands that surrounded the heart. An interesting thought occurred to Xehanort upon pondering such matters, which oddly enough, reminded him of something he had once confessed to Eraqus many years ago. The seeds of destruction sewn by the Heartless Horsemen produced interesting results, and brought forth a powerful light of creation within the hearts of the worlds. Through ruination came creation, and so a land and new roads to a greater light had been opened. What if then, the darkness had been greater? Would there in turn bring about a greater, stronger light?

Surely the light created by the darkness of another Keyblade War would prove to be the greatest and most powerful of all, would it not? What world would be created through these means? What would await Xehanort on the other side of such an intriguing road? He needed to have these answers. Xehanort stepped away from the youth, waving a hand out to the air at his right. "Accept the darkness within your heart as a part of you, Night. It is the means of gaining the power, and the secrets it holds in wait for you," spoke Master Xehanort as a bright flash of light eclipsed the entirety of his hand for but a moment. As it diminished, Roads of Equality was clenched firmly within the Dark Master's grip, and without warning pointed at the boy's heart as the old man turned to face him once more. "Fear is a weakness in all hearts. It is what allows many to fall prey to the likes of the Heartless and the Nobodies. Cast aside your fear of the darkness, and welcome its power into your heart."

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[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://a.random-image.net/gtgoten/night.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #637ecd 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #637ecd; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Master Xehanort, Invite [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #a1b2cf; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] Why do I torture myself by writing at 3ish in the morning x__x[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: #808080; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]     Blue eyes connected with Xehanort's as the young keyblader tried to keep up a brave face, to show that he was ready for this training despite how it would turn out. When he pointed to his heart and explained that the training would begin 'within' he couldn't help but put his right hand over where his heart should be, eyes seeming a bit confused. As far as he understood training was mainly a physical thing so it was a bit of an odd concept that their training wouldn't only be that. Though as Eraqus had once told him that he needed to try and forget what he knew so that he could learn new things. As the master spoke Night tried to allow the concept in. That darkness was in all hearts. And if he didn't want to lose himself to it then he would have to accept it. He pondered at the thought of it all. So if, no when he got Dusk back he was just suppose to accept him just like that? It seemed like a hard thing to accept. He didn't want to just give the spirit whatever he wanted. And what about his own supposed darkness that was suppose to lie in his heart. A look of discomfort crossed his features, he barely understood how to access some of it when he used his Twilight Edge. How was he suppose to just accept what he wasn't sure was even there? Well was there according to the master, but Night felt it was barely powerful enough for him to truly feel. He continued to stay quite and listen to Xehanort as he spoke. Just nodding about how light and darkness were not good and evil. Just elements. Something until just recently Night did not believe. Though if nothing else he felt he came a long way from the little slave boy that knew nothing outside his own village let alone his own world. His vision went from black and white to beginning to see the shades of gray in between. Light blue eyes followed him as Xehanort stepped away telling him how he needed to accept the darkness. He was about to ask on how until he noticed the dark keyblade that came to the old man's hands and pointed it at him. Despite his word Night's panic took over him as he quickly jumped back a few feet to gain distance between the two wielders. His Way to Salvation coming to his hand in a quick flash of light. The boy couldn't help but curse at himself for allowing his panic to take hold of him like that. Xehanort had not attacked, yet, and here he was jumping away from him as if he were going to. Though with his keyblade drawn who knew what he was going to do? He stood silent for a moment but kept his keyblade out as a safety measure. "Okay fine.... lets say I'm not afraid to just accept the darkness into my heart," he commented trying to think before he spoke rather than just ask the hundreds of questions that were forming in his head like 'where the heck were nobodies?' and 'why did you summon your keyblade?' Sure he was lying about not being afraid, but old habits died hard the old man couldn't honestly expect a 180 turn out of him. And for the longest time the ex-slave had always seen darkness as evil. Blue eyes looked to the ground as he spoke again "However the darkness I once used, the dark power you saw back on that island was not my own. It belonged to another that allowed me access to his dark power, and me personally I don't know how to access the darkness you say is inside my heart," he paused as he put his free hand over his heart and looked up at Xeahort's sienna eyes. "How am I to access, and accept this now? I'm not used to accessing these elements, both light and dark, to their fullest without the help I once had." [/style]

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As the youthful Keyblade wielder made his jump away from Xehanort, drawing out his own weapon in the process, the Dark master couldn't help but let a smirk spread across his face. The boy was a jumpy one, prepared and cautious, but an easily startled brat at the best. There was fear within his heart, that much Xehanort could already tell, and it was a formidable one at that. Unless this boy was truly ambitious to wield the Darkness within his heart, and let go of the past which he so desperately clung to, he would never prove to be of use to the elderly man. It was time then that Xehanort stripped the raven haired youth of this hindrance, and force the young man to let go of all needless attachments that continued to hold him back. The words that Night gave in response to Xehanort's speech were filled with much confusion and pity, examples of irrelevance that would do nothing to avail him should this behavior continue. The lack of ability to understand would cost Night something most precious, yet Xehanort was a man of patience, and would not cast away such a promising young tool so hastily.

The elderly man shook his head at the conclusion of Night's last sentence, prior to a flock of birds taking flight from a dead tree just beyond the perimeter of the glade they now stood in. "Tapping into the power of spirits is one way to achieve strength, however you have only been hindering yourself through the use of your magical trinkets, Night." Xehanort looked over his shoulder toward the Old Mansion briefly, as though expecting something to appear on a timely cue, whether it were enemies or accomplices. Nothing came however, and sienna eyes were returned to the promising apprentice with a stern expression. His words held only truth, for Xehanort only sought to bring out the immense power of Darkness he knew lay dormant within the young lad, and misleading him would only serve him more harm than good at this point. He had obtained Night's trust to the point where he could be guided, and in turn, manipulated into serving a cause, much like Terra had been so many years ago.

"You are unable to tap into your own abilities when relying on the strength of others. It is no mystery why you feel incapable of performing such feats on your own. In spectrum, you have only been holding yourself back. However there are means to awaken the force within your heart," spoke the elderly man as he raised a gloved hand before himself, and clenched it tightly into a fist before the eyes of Night. Without warning several portals of darkness opened around Master Xehanort, and from them flew several Keyblades towards Night's location to strike him from multiple frontal angles. Xehanort determined by starting with an attack to keep the apprentice on his toes would ultimately ready him for faster paced combat. Starting with child's play would not come in hand here, and so to begin the rigorous training Night would need to combat the likes of Sora, Aqua and King Mickey required an immediate high standard. Following his Keyblade Flurry, Xehanort moved in on Night with Dark Wrath, intending to prepare the youth first with deflecting physical projectiles, while hastily moving into close quartered melee combat, then ending the combination with a timely magical attack.

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Abilities Used

Dark Wrath – Master Xehanort lashes out with a series of fast paced slashes, then finishes the combo with a blast of Dark Blizzara to inflict moderate damage, and knock the opposition away. 2 post cool down.

Keyblade Flurry – Utilizing his powers over darkness in conjunction with his Tornado technnique, Master Xehanort opens a rift to the Keyblade Graveyard, and calls forth a torrent of Keyblades to sweep by and strike any intended target(s). Inflicts heavy damage. 2 post cool down. No cool down for Tornado takes effect for this ability.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #212126;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #637ecd; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #637ecd;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #637ecd; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #637ecd; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #212126; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://a.random-image.net/gtgoten/night.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #637ecd 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #637ecd; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Master Xehanort, Invite [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #a1b2cf; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] Night is so gonna die >>; lol[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: #808080; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]     Night continued to look to his new teacher, awaiting an answer. He wasn't sure what to expect from the old man but the answer given was not one he liked. His spirits weren't mere trinkets, though as much as it annoyed him he did have a point. When he had them, he greatly depended on them because without them he didn't know how to fight. If he didn't have them he would have never figured out how to leave his world. And when he ended up getting in fights he didn't know what to do, they let him borrow their knowledge while infused. They let him power their power because he was to weak to take things on himself. 'Maybe he's right' he thinks to himself despite his annoyance about the comment. Though for now he tried to get his mind off the comment, and the fact that they were stolen from him in the first place. A brow raises when he notices the old man looking back to the old mansion. Almost like he was looking for something but the young keyblader chose not to think much about it much. As again he spoke, saying there were way to bring out his darkness. Blue eyes watched as the man clenched his hand into a fist and without warning several dark portals appeared. Thinking others were suddenly coming, his paranoia couldn't help but kick in as in a flash his keyblade changed into his keyblade ride the wing attaching to his back. Though rather than new people coming out like he thought it was keyblades. Flying very fast at him. With a wave of his hand two of the wing blades surrounded him for his Slavic Shield to try and block the incoming attack. Though the tornado combined with the bashing keyblades pushed him back further and further, and he could feel his shield giving out. Before he allowed the attack the chance to break his shield he used the wing's flight to move him to the side to avoid the keyblade flurry. Though he wasn't allowed much time to recover from the first attack as the old man move with quick speed striking him with the keyblade for several hard blows before Night was able to react as the two small wing blades move with a wave of his arms blocking the rest of the barrage. Grunting as the blades clashed finding it difficult to keep up with the old man without the chance to recover. The training was definitely moving fast. Was this harsh training necessary to unleash the darkness inside? When the old man pointed his hand at him to deliver the dark blizzard attack at him the young keyblader crossed his arms to block the magic the best he could with the two small blades still being knocked back some due to the force. Night allowed himself to float into the air with some heavy breaths. The strikes had hurt but it wasn't something he wasn't used to. He's dealt with much more pain. Though now he needed to counter to show that he could do something. Spinning his hand in front of him the two blades spun as well gathering energy before dashing at the master keyblader like a high speed drill with his Malay Barrage Slavic Sheild : 3 post

[/url] they spin around him, and those close to him, to create a powerful shield of energy to protect him and others from attacks. [/ul]

Malay Barrage: 3 post

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Meanwhile on the roof of the mansion, there was a third hooded presence watching Master and Apprentice train. She was amused by the training and had overheard almost everything. So the kid's darkness wasn't even his to begin with...Just a spirit lending his aide to an unfortunate soul of unfortunate circumstances. The dark warrior sighed and leaned her head against the chimney. In a way, she was jealous of Night and his spirits. He didn't have to know what it was like to fight absolutely alone because of the presence of his spirit companions. The kid also most likely didn't have to talk to his keyblade in order to cope with it.

Despite her own agreement that the kid had been relying on his spirit's aide for too long thus preventing his own power to emerge, the hooded woman found herself disagreeing with Master Xehanort. This would be true in Night's case. However, there isn't anything wrong with asking for a bit of a helping hand once in a while, but only when you direly needs it. [/i]

She smirked as the kid summoned his keyblade wings and used them to block Master Xehanort's barrage. "You seem to be holding up well despite the circumstances..." muttered the hooded woman, continuing to watch Night use his wings to float in the air before unleashing his Malay Barrage. "There may be some hope in you yet..." At the beginning, the woman had already decided not to interfere with Night's training so she stayed where she was on the rooftop.

[Sorry for the late and lack of quality reply. My muse isn't complying with me. x.x]

[themaster]

The Dark Master remained patient as he awaited the reactive responses from the promising use, finding the quick series of events to take a drastic turn as Night began to show intermediate methods with his Keyblade. As the Slavic Shield was formed to repel Xehanort’s attacks, the old man could feel the youth’s aura begin to grow in potency. The Malay Barrage was a unique method of combining energy projection around the blades of the weapon itself, and then forcing said energy into a focal point to unleash damage upon an enemy. Xehanort took mental notes of these two techniques as Night utilized them in training, and brought up his Keyblade just in time to catch the first blow of the youth’s retaliating offense. The impact was stronger than the Master would have anticipated, for as the power of Night’s skill came into contact with Xehanort’s weapon, the elderly combatant found himself forcefully pushed backwards through the blades of grass. The attack was indeed powerful, for the boy’s strength had managed to push against his own, and dug out the earth from beneath them as Xehanort’s boots retained their stature whilst moving unwillingly. Flexing his arm and swinging his Keyblade down and away to end of non-traditional saber lock that had been formed with himself and Night, Xehanort lowered his Keyblade to his side, poising his free hand behind his back as he focused his sienna gaze upon the youth. A dark chuckle escaped the lungs of the elderly Keyblade Master, filling the air of the area the two individuals now stood in, and perhaps was loud enough to carry to that around the Old Mansion. After a moment of indulging in his own sense of humor, and the irony of the conversation the boy and himself had just a few minutes prior, Xehanort dismissed his own weapon with darkness to interlock his hands behind his back once more.

“You may not understand how to utilize your own power, but it would seem your heart is already accustomed to. You reacted instinctually to being attacked, and drew power from within yourself, rather than another source. Once your power had emerged you displayed great control over utilizing these unique skills, however the means in which it came to you was not through desire or control. You let fear take hold of yourself, fear summoned your Keyblade to your hand, and it is that same fear that continues to hinder the strength within. The focus of your training is to control these reactions, and your heart, so that they may serve you at your whim merely than in a time of need.” Master Xehanort observed Night for a moment, and then diverted his gaze slowly toward that of the Old Mansion, his sights wandering from the window of the white room toward the roof. Another heart’s presence had been felt, and Xehanort held no doubts as to whom it could be. Shy yet attentive, and not one to intrude on another’s lesson, the girl from Destiny Islands could be felt somewhere beyond the weathered gates they stood before. No doubt she had been observing the brief skirmish for some time, perhaps silently waiting for her turn in training with Xehanort. There were numerous things the leader of the true Organization XIII found when observing Night and Selena that evening upon the shores of his home world. She was more promising in the eyes of her newest Master than that of Night, for unlike the boy, this darkened aura of a Keybearer held little fear within her heart. There was also a sense of ruthless determination about her, a desire to one’s ambitions through no matter the cost; a highly appreciated aspect in Xehanort’s opinion, which reminded the Dark Master of himself in his youth.

Master Xehanort turned toward the Dark Forest leading to Twilight Town, and took several steps towards its depths before stopping, his back to the Mansion and Night. While this continued to play out the elderly Master could already feel the other aspects of his plan beginning to unfold. There was no doubt that Terra and Young Xehanort had taken to their tasks with the utmost sincerity, and he anticipated that both were playing their parts exceptionally where they were required. Vanitas remained amongst the Sea of Stars on the lookout for Ventus, and Ansem would surely be giving the forces of Light several distractions to keep them busy. Braig’s whereabouts remained unknown, yet the Freeshooter would be bound to return for more orders from the Master himself. Isa was of no concern to Xehanort either, for the Diviner had been rightfully appointed with the task of finding Lea and Roxas, and was sure to provide exceptional results. The longer the seven lights were kept apart, the sooner the thirteen of darkness would be brought together for the final clash, and the return of the true Kingdom Hearts. Yen Sid would have his hands full with seeking out properly trained Keyblade wielders to pit against Xehanort’s own thirteen seekers, and so the Dark Master was confident that time remained on the side of the Thirteenth Order.

There remained a few vessels to fill with his heart, and so the hunt continued on. The hoax Nobody Xion would also prove to be a valuable asset the Light would remain unaware of, and by having Roxas in his grasp, Xehanort would gain another powerful vessel with which to fight Yen Sid’s defending lights. So much more needed to be carried out though, and his time needed to be divided among the tasks he had set out for himself. This training would need to be altered to give the students a more hands on experience, and give them enough preparation for what Xehanort had planned for them. The road that laid in waiting for the pair would test their hearts and their minds, and so a different method would be needed to undertake the tasks Xehanort would require from them. Whether or not they would become obedient subjects like Vanitas and Terra remained to be seen, and perhaps they would not have to become vessels like the others to simply serve a purpose toward their new master’s goal. Only time would tell. “Darkness should not be feared, it should be embraced.” Master Xehanort turned his attention to Night once more, glancing over his right shoulder to look upon the boy, then slowly turned his aged frame toward the youth. “Dismiss your Keyblade Ride, for the next challenge I require from you to utilize only your Keyblade itself.” Master Xehanort issued the command to Night, then diverted his eyes to the Mansion once more before giving a brief nod, signaling to whomever was watching that their turn had come. In silence the elderly man would remain patient, keeping his gaze upon the area as he awaited both apprentices to prepare themselves.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #212126;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #637ecd; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #637ecd;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #637ecd; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #637ecd; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #212126; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://a.random-image.net/gtgoten/night.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #637ecd 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #637ecd; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Master Xehanort, Invite [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #a1b2cf; padding: 4px; color: #212126; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] Sorry for lateness and shittyness ><; tryign to get back into the game[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: #808080; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]     The young boy was breathing harshly trying to catch his breath from what had just transpired. Part of him a bit shocked by their blow of impact, he might not have injured him but he knew there was power behind both forces maybe he was getting better? Blue eyes narrowed though as the old master just seemed to chuckle and Night just growing confused. Why would he laugh? Was there something funny about his attack? Though he seemed to relax somewhat as the old man spoke Night trying to take in his words and understand them well. 'So it was a test,' he thought to himself now feeling a bit more at ease. "Even if it was brought out by fear, is that still not a source in which darkness still comes from?" he couldn't help but question, sure he would like a better way to control this but for now that was his means of using his power. He asked nothing more apart from that waiting as the old master seemed to be in his own thoughts as he stared into the mansion then the forest. What his intentions were Night could never be sure but along with his training maybe finding out what the old man was up to could be part of it. Just by looking at him he seems to be a schemer of sorts, but only timer could tell that. For now he would just try to be on his guard through this training. He was at attention once more as the elderly keyblader spoke. A look of hesitation crossed him as he was asked to dismiss his ride, it made him nervous because he had grown accustomed to fighting with it rather than a normal blade. Though if this is what he wanted, "Yes sir," he replied obediently as within a flash his ride turned back into a keyblade in his hand once more the boy just nodding to him when he said that the darkness shouldn't be feared. The young keyblader now waiting for what trails would be next, still unaware of the other keyblader that stayed hidden. [/style]

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